“No modern musical critic has shown greater ingenuity in the attempt to correlate the literary and musical tendencies of the nineteenth century.”—Spectator, London.
BOOKS BY JAMES HUNEKER
EGOISTS
A BOOK OF SUPERMEN
Stendhal, Baudelaire, Flaubert, Anatole France, Huysmans,
Barres,
Hello, Blake, Nietzsche, Ibsen and Max Stirner.
With portrait of Stendhal, unpublished letter of Flaubert, and original proof page of “Madame Bovary.”
12mo. $1.50 net
“The best thing in the book happily comes first, the essay on Stendhal. Closely and yet lightly written, full of facts yet as amusing as a bit of discursive talk, penetrating, candid and very shrewd, this study would be hard to beat in English, or, for that matter, in French. It is, too, the best of the essays as regards discrimination. There are no shades of Stendhal’s genius, whether making for good or for ill, that are missed by this analyst, and, moreover, both the lights and shadows are justly distributed... He seeks to show you the color of a man’s mind, and it is evidence of his validity as an essayist that straightway he interests you in the color of his own. He is an impressionist in criticism... Such an essayist is Mr. Huneker, a foe to dulness who is also a man of brains.”—Royal Cortissoz in New York Tribune.
“JAMES HUNEKER: INDIVIDUALIST”
“As a critic, whether of music, the plastic arts, of poetry or fiction or philosophy, he is of those who never attain finality; but he is always stimulating, provocative of thought, and by virtue of this quality, not invariably possessed by critics, he is entitled to a distinctive place in American letters.”
Edward Clark Marsh in The Forum.
BOOKS BY JAMES HUNEKER
VISIONARIES
12mo. $1.50 net
Contents: A Master of Cobwebs—The
Eighth Deadly Sin—The Purse of
Aholibah—Rebels of the Moon—The
Spiral Road—A Mock
Sun—Antichrist—The Eternal Duel—The
Enchanted Yodler—The Third
Kingdom—The Haunted Harpsichord—The
Tragic Wall—A Sentimental
Rebellion—Hall of the Missing Footsteps—The
Cursory Light—An Iron
Fan—The Woman Who Loved Chopin—The
Tune of Time—Nada—Pan.
“The author’s style is sometimes grotesque in its desire both to startle and to find true expression. He has not followed those great novelists who write French a child may read and understand. He calls the moon ‘a spiritual gray wafer’; it faints in ‘a red wind’; ’truth beats at the bars of a man’s bosom’; the sun is ’a sulphur-colored cymbal’; a man moves with ‘the jaunty grace of a young elephant.’ But even these oddities are significant and to be placed high above the slipshod sequences of words that have done duty till they are as meaningless as the imprint on a worn-out coin.